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captainsblogLongish day today, ending close to 6:30 after a workout. I don't think I've talked much about finally deciding to get back at it, but after starting my day (and others recently) all dressed up for a Zoom or Teams call and not really liking the cut of the suit on me anymore, I figured I'd better do SOMETHING. The workout I've done since 2014 shut down at the start of last spring, returned for a couple of months at one-third capacity, disappeared again when most of our county went into the (ironically named) Orange Zone, came back at a reduced membership fee at an even lower capacity but now with virtual classes added, then went back up to the original price and the one-third limit last month. Once charged for something, I feel a moral imperative to use it, so I've knocked off five of the eight in my package and have three more scheduled before they expire next week. I particularly enjoy when they have themed workout nights. Tonight's was apparently "When All Else Fails, Read The Instructions."
I started on "the floor"- in a standing position at first. The concept was "pyramiding," so two exercises alternated- 20/40, then 30/30, then 40/20 and back down. By the 40th rep in the first pairing (ground to press with a medicine ball), I was already close to wiped out- and everybody else looked like they were lapping me.
Then I read the screen. Not 20 and 40 REPS, Ray. 20 and 40 SECONDS.
I eventually caught on and got through that segment and even got a full 12 orange zone minutes in the treadmill block-
- but if the coach was wondering why I was dragging my ass at the end, well, that would be why.
And no, I will NOT be there tomorrow for the 12 mile benchmark run. Oh, twelve minutes? Still no:P
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By getting those 12 orange zone minutes, I supposedly earn a post-workout "afterburn." But I wasn't the only one experiencing Burn in the past day or so. Both involve the antics of the crazy Congresscritter who will now be known, amidst the halls of the Capitol, as Martyr-y Taylor Gone.
First, her own party boss took her aside and refused to do anything about her. That led to THIS burn from HER superior in the House Leadership: there's apparently also a Secret Italian Space Laser, and it just laid waste to CA23:
(Btw, has anybody ever asked John deLancie what he makes of all of this?)
Not to be out-undone by this dick move, Madam Laser convened the full House and booted her ass off the two committees that the Repugs had put Greene on. This resulted in the usual pearl-clutching from the other side of the aisle about fairness and good sportmanship and letting bygones be bygones.
And Al Franken and Anthony Weiner said, "Hold ourdicks beers."
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Now, the other One More Thing, Ma'am:
I'm usually less than impressed with suggestions of Things We Think You'd Like, whether in an ad or on a streaming service or, as was the case yesterday, on the sidebar of a Youtube video of an old Python sketch, but there it was: a full 90-minute version of Peter Falk starring in The Cheap Detective from the 70s. Most Neil Simon 70s stuff is less stellar than his Odd Couple era, but he sure knew how to attract a cast: Madeline Kahn, Louise Fletcher, Ann-Margret, Eileen Brennan, Stockard Channing, Marsha Mason, Sid Caesar, John Houseman, Dom DeLuise, Abe Vigoda, James Coco, Phil Silvers, Fernando Lamas, Nicol Williamson, Scatman Crothers, Vic Tayback and Paul Williams all take alphabetical credit behind Falk in this send-up of Bogartesque film noir. It shares many of the same sight-gag in-joking as the Mel Brooks films of that era and the Airplane/Police Squad! ones that soon followed. It's been a long time since I've laughed as often or as hard watching a film (for either the first time or after a long-forgotten prior viewing).
It got me wondering what else Falk did after his long stint in the rumpled raincoat (which he briefly homages in this, his first starring role after his Lieutenancy on NBC ended). We remember brief appearances in Princess Bride as the narrator, Wim Wenders' Wings of Desire as himself, and one of the 80s Muppet movies in an uncredited role, but the final two came a few years before his passing in 2011. The last one was a dark comedy called American Cowslip that didn't appeal when I read the description, but the penultimate one is now sitting on my desk to try. Titled simply Next, it's based on a 1950s Philip K. Dick short story and stars Nicolas Cage and Julianne Moore (who we generally adore); Falk's role appears to be minor, and the reviews and box office were less than stellar. Still, I think I'll give it a try; just not for way too many repetitions;)
ETA. No. I bailed barely a third of the way in. The premise of Next is an interesting one, but it's badly executed and even worse acted by the three major stars, and Peter Falk is only remarkable for looking even more like my longtime nextdoor neighbor Dominick than he ever did.
I started on "the floor"- in a standing position at first. The concept was "pyramiding," so two exercises alternated- 20/40, then 30/30, then 40/20 and back down. By the 40th rep in the first pairing (ground to press with a medicine ball), I was already close to wiped out- and everybody else looked like they were lapping me.
Then I read the screen. Not 20 and 40 REPS, Ray. 20 and 40 SECONDS.
I eventually caught on and got through that segment and even got a full 12 orange zone minutes in the treadmill block-
- but if the coach was wondering why I was dragging my ass at the end, well, that would be why.
And no, I will NOT be there tomorrow for the 12 mile benchmark run. Oh, twelve minutes? Still no:P
----
By getting those 12 orange zone minutes, I supposedly earn a post-workout "afterburn." But I wasn't the only one experiencing Burn in the past day or so. Both involve the antics of the crazy Congresscritter who will now be known, amidst the halls of the Capitol, as Martyr-y Taylor Gone.
First, her own party boss took her aside and refused to do anything about her. That led to THIS burn from HER superior in the House Leadership: there's apparently also a Secret Italian Space Laser, and it just laid waste to CA23:
(Btw, has anybody ever asked John deLancie what he makes of all of this?)
Not to be out-undone by this dick move, Madam Laser convened the full House and booted her ass off the two committees that the Repugs had put Greene on. This resulted in the usual pearl-clutching from the other side of the aisle about fairness and good sportmanship and letting bygones be bygones.
And Al Franken and Anthony Weiner said, "Hold our
----
Now, the other One More Thing, Ma'am:
I'm usually less than impressed with suggestions of Things We Think You'd Like, whether in an ad or on a streaming service or, as was the case yesterday, on the sidebar of a Youtube video of an old Python sketch, but there it was: a full 90-minute version of Peter Falk starring in The Cheap Detective from the 70s. Most Neil Simon 70s stuff is less stellar than his Odd Couple era, but he sure knew how to attract a cast: Madeline Kahn, Louise Fletcher, Ann-Margret, Eileen Brennan, Stockard Channing, Marsha Mason, Sid Caesar, John Houseman, Dom DeLuise, Abe Vigoda, James Coco, Phil Silvers, Fernando Lamas, Nicol Williamson, Scatman Crothers, Vic Tayback and Paul Williams all take alphabetical credit behind Falk in this send-up of Bogartesque film noir. It shares many of the same sight-gag in-joking as the Mel Brooks films of that era and the Airplane/Police Squad! ones that soon followed. It's been a long time since I've laughed as often or as hard watching a film (for either the first time or after a long-forgotten prior viewing).
It got me wondering what else Falk did after his long stint in the rumpled raincoat (which he briefly homages in this, his first starring role after his Lieutenancy on NBC ended). We remember brief appearances in Princess Bride as the narrator, Wim Wenders' Wings of Desire as himself, and one of the 80s Muppet movies in an uncredited role, but the final two came a few years before his passing in 2011. The last one was a dark comedy called American Cowslip that didn't appeal when I read the description, but the penultimate one is now sitting on my desk to try. Titled simply Next, it's based on a 1950s Philip K. Dick short story and stars Nicolas Cage and Julianne Moore (who we generally adore); Falk's role appears to be minor, and the reviews and box office were less than stellar. Still, I think I'll give it a try; just not for way too many repetitions;)
ETA. No. I bailed barely a third of the way in. The premise of Next is an interesting one, but it's badly executed and even worse acted by the three major stars, and Peter Falk is only remarkable for looking even more like my longtime nextdoor neighbor Dominick than he ever did.
My God...
Date: 2021-02-05 10:53 am (UTC)I wish the Republican party would just jump off a cliff and stop taking such a long time to DIE already. Everyone is really getting tired of the drama.
We'll have to try The Cheap Detective--sound funny and nostalgic. :)